by Tigris Eden
They were out in the hall, going at it like teenagers, and somewhere during their battle of hands, teeth, tongue, and lips, they’d made it to her door. Jo’s back hit the door with a loud thud. Their teeth clacked together, and Dietrich released her lips and cradled her head.
“You okay?” He rumbled.
Her eyes were wide as she nodded. She reached up and touched the corners of his eyes. He let her. He wanted her to see him. To really see him. Her fingers traced the outline of his cheekbones, then his jaws and finally his lips. Her fingers delivered a kind of pleasure he was sure he’d never experienced before.
“You gonna look at me when we make–, she cleared her throat, “I mean when we’re together?” Jorunn asked, a blush creeping up her neck.
She fumbled over the words as her breathing became heavy and choppy. She’d left her hand on his lips, and he nibbled and bit the pads of her fingers before taking a digit into his mouth and gently sucking.
“Yeah, Peaches, gonna watch you come apart in my arms repeatedly. Now, let’s see about opening this fucking door.”
One of her hands reached behind her body, and he heard the door slide open. He would have taken her right then and there, if not for the huge ass creature floating outside her room window. There was a whole other world on the opposite of the glass. A large coral reef in a fleshy pink color. There were fish-like creatures swimming back and forth, and plants with eyes that opened and closed. The thing outside her window floated back and forth in a graceful motion.
“The fuck is that?”
Jo looked over her shoulder.
“It’s a Sunilit, um, a cross between a horse and a dragon. Only no feet and large fins. Her name is Una.”
“Well, Una better swim away or she’s gonna get an eyeful.”
Jo giggled and turned to Una, who swam right through the glass into the room.
“Fucking creepy.”
“Lady Jorunna, I am to guard you while you rest,” the creature rattled in a deep raspy voice. She almost sounded like a person would, if they tried to speak underwater, only the creature was completely dry.
“Una, is it?”
“Yes. Una.”
Dietrich grabbed a handful of Jorunn’s ass and walked her towards the bed.
“Your ladyship won’t be resting. She’ll be getting no sleep tonight, as I have plans to keep her screaming well into the morning. You can go.”
The creature smiled—if you could call it that—and disappeared through the glass. As it swam around the reef, the wall of glass frosted to an almost black.
“Handy little place you got here,” Dietrich mumbled into her shoulder, tasting her skin.
She giggled, and he wanted to hear that sound again and again, only not right now. There was another sound he wanted her to make now.
“The place is handy,” Jo said shyly. Una had broken their heated connection, and now she was staring at him in awe. Then her hands went to the shirt he was wearing. Her fingers, hot against his skin as she touched him. Every stroke sent signals straight to his cock. His stomach tightened and his muscles jumped as the pads of her fingers explored him. D was momentarily paralyzed in his pursuit of her, as he took time to feel what she was doing to his body.
Fuck.
He was too wound up, too hyped on the idea of what it would finally be like to sink into her heat. After everything they’d been through, he owed it to her to give himself over to the sensations and the act of two people getting to know one another on the basest of levels.
Before, sex was a way to unwind. To release. He wasn’t going to do that to her, Dietrich was going to allow his body, mind, and his soul, to seep into the moment and truly be with her. Jorunn touched him everywhere. She wasn’t the least bit afraid of the scars on his back. There was no place on his body that she left untouched.
Dietrich took pleasure in her curiosity, and when he felt she’d done her share of exploring, he rejoined the efforts. He ran his lips over her bare shoulder, removing first one strap of her gown and then the other. The fabric fell to her waist, but the material bunched at her hips and wouldn’t allow for the continued descent. He placed his hands firmly on her thighs and grabbed the material. He looked his fill of her now exposed breasts. Heavy and swollen with arousal. The tips a darker brown than the rest of her warm skin.
“I’m going to taste your tits, Peaches. Gonna give each one my avid attention until you can barely breathe.” He could hear the words come out of his mouth, but the voice was not his own. It was dark. He sounded needy. Starved for a woman he’d told himself was off limits. He wasn’t going to deny himself any longer. It didn’t matter, D told himself. Wherever and whenever the mood hit, he would see to both their needs. The ducking and diving was a non-issue for now.
Dietrich took a step back and looked down at Jorunn. Her entire body was flushed with arousal. Her color, a warm reddish brown. Her skin even gave off excess amounts of heat. Her breathing came in fast pants as she watched him. She was beautiful and all his.
“Sit on the bed.”
She didn’t question or hesitate but stepped back until the backs of her legs hit the massive mattress that looked like a damn seashell. She sat and waited. Deep breaths, man. Deep breaths. He approached her slowly. When he stood over her, he sank to his knees, placed his hands on either side of her thighs and opened.
“I’m doing my best to go easy,” he explained as he situated his body between her legs and kissed her forehead. Jo leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling in a deep breath.
“I’ve been ready, Dietrich.”
“I know. It took me a minute to catch up.”
“Is that a Dietrich Johnson apology?” She joked.
He smirked and brought his lips to hers, kissing her soundly. He moved to her jaw, then her neck and collarbone, until he was able to get a breast into his mouth. She did taste like a peach. Sweet and sugary. But it was her distinct flavor that infused his palate, and that signature smell that was hers alone that surrounded him. He felt, as well as heard, the mewl that crawled up Jorunn’s throat. Her hands went to his head and she pulled him into her chest. Dietrich gave her a warning nip that made her jump, and he went back to paying homage to her big beautiful breasts. Each one receiving equal amounts of attention.
His body was between her legs, and he could feel the heat of her pussy against his abs as he pulled her closer to him. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he squeezed. Now that he had her where he wanted, it was time to get down to the business at hand. Her body heat infused with her scent swirled softly around him like silk against his skin, embracing him in a blanket of lust.
Dietrich kissed, kneaded, and plucked at her breasts and nipples until she could take no more. Soon, she was begging for mercy as she squirmed in his arms.
Chuckling, he pulled back.
“Mercy, Peaches?”
Her throat worked as she swallowed. Her eyes got impossibly larger as she watched him. The outer edges were a molten gold and darkened until they were a deep brown. Her pupils were fully dilated, honing in on what was taking place between them.
“I’m gonna go nuclear if you keep this up,” Jo complained.
“I like that word. Nuclear. It makes me feel like you’re gonna melt. Only I can get you there, Jo. I’m the one that gets to push the big red button. You gonna show me your button, Jo? You gonna let me push on it, suck it?”
Her eyes grew heavy as she peered at him. Yeah, she was going to let him do all that and more. Dietrich spread her thighs wider, moved her underwear to the side, and shoved two fingers deep, making her cry out. He went back to sucking her breasts while he finger fucked her until he felt the first stirrings of her orgasm. Dietrich removed his fingers and bent low, shoving his shoulders between Jo’s thighs, opening her until all he could see was her pink, moist flesh. She cried out and gasped when he lowered his head and took his first taste. The sweet, salty essence of her was like nothing he’d ever tasted. Her legs tightened on
his shoulders, and D almost bit her thigh in warning. They were both ready to get the ball rolling, but he needed to be drenched in her taste first.
Dietrich squeezed her thighs. He started nibbling, sucking, and licking her labia in earnest. When he latched onto her clit, pulling the swollen nub between his lips, Jo’s back arched and her nails dug into his shoulders as she succumbed to the pleasure he was giving. His face was hot from the heat of her pussy, but his appetite was far from appeased. So he ate her again until she screamed her second orgasm, lapping up her nectar that would prepare her passageway for his cock.
Dietrich stood and shed the rest of his clothing, as Jo lay boneless and soft on the bed. The roots of her hair were soaked, and wispy strands were plastered to her face. Where her dress bunched at her waist, she was damp from her body’s reaction to his touch. The woman was on fire in every sense of the word.
As he approached the bed, she watched with hooded eyes, her mouth swollen from his kisses, her pussy glistening with her juice, perspiration dotting her skin. Suddenly, Dietrich was nervous. He didn’t want to fuck this up. His normal behavior was to get in, get out, maybe get in one more time before breakfast, then send the female on their way.
He couldn’t do that to Jo. Wouldn’t.
“What’s wrong? You’re shaking.”
Shit. Was he?
He took another step forward and placed his hands on the bed, caging her in. He placed his knee between her legs as his hands skimmed her thighs. Her dress was still bunched around her waist, and her panties were shoved to the side, leaving her open for his taking. He didn’t have time to remove her clothes. Dietrich rose above Jo, locking his eyes with hers. Their connection was unwavering as his hand moved between them and shredded what was left of her underwear. Her eyes blinked for a moment, and her breath caught in her throat before their gazes connected again. An invisible force that rendered them both speechless.
Dietrich used his body to pin her in place, making sure not to give her too much of his weight as he lowered himself. Their eyes stayed connected. A slight tremor rocked his frame as he slowly entered her welcoming heat. She was tight, and her pussy was already swollen from his mouth’s hungry attention, but he pushed forward, watching for signs of her discomfort.
He kept one leg straight as he bent his other leg, pushing forward, until he seated himself completely and opened her farther. He couldn’t move, could barely breathe as Jorunn’s wet heat hugged him snuggly. Her hands went to his ass as she lifted up to seal their mouths in a kiss and spread her legs farther. Welcoming him home.
~ ~ ~
They were finally making love, finally. Jorunn would have screamed like a schoolgirl, or maybe even jumped for joy, but she was currently on the receiving end of some exceptional loving. Their mouths battled it out in a sweet war made up of deep languorous kisses and gentle nips as Dietrich moved inside her. He’d kept one of his legs straight, but the other he used to pin her open for his slow penetrating thrusts.
Mercy.
It’s what she wanted to call out, but her mouth was occupied. Her hands explored, and Dietrich’s sensual movements were fueling her wanton needs. His hips swiveled, and instead of jarring thrusts or brutal pounding, he rocked into her over and over until her eyes rolled behind her lids and her body trembled to the point her muscles tensed and her bones started to vibrate.
Jo tore her mouth away from Dietrich and took a deep breath.
“Please, Dietrich,” she begged.
“Omari,” he responded. “Call me Omari when I’m inside of you.”
“Omari,” she said on a breathless whisper as his hips grinded into her body, making his cock touch a part of her that was overly sensitive. “I need more.”
“And you’ll get more, Peaches. Rock with me.”
He shifted up, moving one hand beneath her ass, helping her to meet each movement, and she rocked with him. Until her stomach started to flutter, and the ache between her thighs became bone-deep, and there was nothing to do but let go. Jo’s orgasm was intense and long. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound emerged. Instead, her double-layered voice echoed across the room. It was like second nature when she turned and spoke into Dietrich’s ear.
“Omari, give me more.”
His back straightened seconds before his fingers dug painfully into her hips and his rocking became the brutal thrusts she thought he was prone to deliver his female conquests. He rose above her, taking her legs and hooking them high on his shoulders. His grip was punishing as he held her waist and pounded into her. The bed creaked, creating a steady thumping, as the frame connected with the glass wall intermixing with his grunts and her moans. Their’s and the bed were the only sounds in the room. Their bodies were drenched in sweat by the time he released her legs and rose on his knees, pulling her up on his thighs. Holding her steady, he drilled into her repeatedly. Punishing her body until she came again and the lips of her pussy swelled further, making her snugger.
“Fuck!”
Two pumps, a thrust, and a swivel of his hips, and Dietrich emptied himself inside of her. They both collapsed, and he groaned into her sweat-soaked hair.
“Damn, that was,” he breathed, trying to catch his breath, “it was...”
Jo laughed.
“Yeah, it was.”
“I have nothing left. I need to recharge. Eat some fucking food.”
Jo needed to change her dress, it was still plastered around her waist, and her breasts were sore and sensitive. The temperature inside her room had risen tremendously from their body heat. It almost felt like a sauna. She didn’t think Dietrich was the cuddling type, so she rolled to her side, but was pulled back and found that he did, in fact, spoon. Badass Primori Walker wanted to cuddle.
She was already one hundred percent in love with the male. She didn’t want to complicate things by becoming the clingy girl, but she wasn’t one to play games either. Jo turned in his arms. His eyes were closed, but he wasn’t sleeping.
“Dietrich?”
“Yeah, Peaches.”
Here goes nothing. She was either going to triumph or fail.
“What is this?”
His eyes popped open and his once ghostly stare was filled with emotions she couldn’t name. He knew what she was asking, and she hoped he’d give her the respect to answer truthfully.
“Honestly, I’m not into labels, but I’m not gonna say this is a fling. ‘Cause it’s not.”
“Okay. Not putting a label on anything, but I have to tell you I feel–”
His mouth covered hers before she could finish. His tongue swept inside, erasing the confession that was on the tip of her tongue. Three words cast out into oblivion and overrun by her ravenous needs.
She would tell him tomorrow that she loved him.
Chapter 21
Dietrich watched Jorunn sleep. She was peaceful in her slumber, and he particularly enjoyed the sounds she made when she moved. Protesting the action, like each position she slept in was the best. How the fuck was he supposed to be in a relationship? Nervous energy had battered his body the moment he realized she was about to render him speechless. So he’d kissed her instead. He wanted out of the Unit, he wanted away from Jorunn. Not because she wasn’t perfect, but because she was too perfect. She was derailing every strategy he had set into motion. He had Yewa back. The whole plan was to take care of his sister and live out the rest of his days semi-happy.
Jorunn makes you happy. Yeah, but for how long? Nothing led him to believe that she would betray him, but Dietrich knew the moment he let his guard down, things could get really interesting. He didn’t want that for them. He wanted their moment to be forever perfect, immortalized in such a way that nothing could ever tarnish what they’d done in her bed. If there was ever a time he wanted things to work in his favor, it was now.
Groaning, Dietrich rolled to his side and tried to think of the best solution to an unsolvable problem. The Unit had the cup, the blood was forthcoming. What more did they expect? He�
��d played his part. Did his job. Was a fucking team player, and a boss at that. He’d put his ass on the line countless times during the trip. Usually, he only did drop off and retrieval. Now he was going all balls in and getting his own people involved. Tavarious was dead because of him. Had he not asked the young male to join them, he’d still be back in the Fifth Ward, hamming it up. He and Jacobi would be the ones to tell Mouth’s parents about his death. There had to be a way to make it right.
He needed to leave the Unit, it was the only way he and his sister could have any sort of happily-ever-after. She of all people deserved it. You won’t see Faith and Reese or the twins, his new conscience argued. True. But he’d have Yewa. She’d want you to stay. No, she would understand his need to leave.
D continued to argue with himself for more minutes than he cared to think about until Jo moaned, grabbing his attention. The markings on her hips glowed in the darkness. He’d tasted every inch of her skin and he still wanted more. Lots more. He needed to commit every piece of her body to memory. It would have to hold him over for a lifetime, because once this was over, he would have to let her go. The longer he stayed in this lust-filled haze, the weaker he’d become. He didn’t do weakness. Ever.
Jorunn may not think so now, and he may not be able to reason how exactly, but eventually, she’d betray him. Take something from him that wasn’t hers to begin with. He’d rather remember the good and avoid experiencing any pain. Because she had the power to break him like no other.
“Peaches.” Dietrich gently pushed her hair from her face. She moaned again and the sheet covering her partly fell away to reveal her bare breasts. He could not resist what her warm body offered.
Dietrich bent his head, took a nipple into his mouth, and tugged gently. She was more than awake now. She arched off the mattress, offering herself to his needs. His hand slid down the curve of her hip while his other hand tugged on her free nipple. Her hand cupped his face, halting his attentions, and she smiled warmly down at him.